Oriasis

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by @Nahviintaas !


Happy 6th Birthday, Ori!!


Pronounced: or-EYE-ah-sis

Patriarch of the Gladeguard clan, Oriasis is the leader and authority in everything the clan does. He is a compassionate leader who will do anything for his clan. The Gladeguards are his charge, and his very purpose in life.

When he isn't out doing things to benefit the clan, he can be found aloft, wheeling and playing with his charges in the winds above the expansive Shrieking Wilds.

Sylce is his mate, and as new faces arrive, he appreciates her stability and shared memory of the place where they began. His dearest friend is Aurasyr, who he cares for as he would a treasured daughter, and the two can often be seen together in the skies or in the canopy.

*~ A Reminiscent Reverie ~*
"What lies behind those pensive eyes, my dear?" said Sylce, approaching Oriasis quietly from the ground behind him. He was resting on an enormous fallen tree, though not dead - as with so many things in the Shrieking Wilds, it simply regenerated into a new form of life. It offered a clear view of their Clan's lands, a place Ori could often be found, surveying the group and musing to himself.

"Oh, just remembering the old days," said the gold dragon, his eyes softening as he looked at his partner.
"In the Wind Flight, you mean?" encouraged Sylce, sidling up beside him and curling her tail around herself. She enjoyed being up high too, out of the stifling heat of the forest, where the wind offered some relief.
"Mmm. Do you ever contemplate returning?" Oriasis asked, shifting his position slightly so that his wing sheltered Sylce and tail wrapped around behind her. After all, she was only a portion of his size.
"I do, sometimes...we were much closer to the icefields back then, made my trips much shorter!" she remarked.
"But is that the only thing?" he continued, "There's nothing else?"
"Well it's certainly hotter here," she commented. "But, aside from those things, I feel more protected here. Not to mention all the new kinds of food!"
He smiled down at her, in his way, appreciating her somewhat simple nature. He knew the move was best for the clan when they undertook it, and since then, the clan had nearly quadrupled in size. It was a more defensible area, and he had to admit to himself, he felt it easier to care for everyone here. And yet...the freedom of the winds still called to him. He was a wind dragon after all, and that was where his heart was called. His primary charge, Aurasyr, loved it here, but he knew she would also welcome the winds beneath her wings.
"You're doing it again!" Sylce said abruptly.
"What?" he asked.
"Being all broody and quiet. I know it looks very leader-ly, but it sure doesn't make for good conversation!" she chided.
"Sorry about that," he said sincerely, as he rose from his roost. "Join me for a sunset flight?" he offered.
"You know it! Last one in the air is a rotten egg!" she chirped, diving off the edge of the tree and flapping her wings.
"Ugh, don't remind me..." he said quietly, as he dropped off the edge himself and easily caught the air currents in his massive wings.